Tuesday, June 5, 2007

You knew it was coming, didn't you?

This is my inaugural blog so I ask that you please bear with my learning curve. Like how to get the spell check thing to work.

My friend, Angelina, and NO that isn't some hastily thought up alias, is quite an experienced and, might I just say, prolific, blogger who got me inspired. Like I need something else to distract me from my actual responsiblities!

Her blog is a guilty pleasure I look forward to on a daily basis. What I wasn't expecting was how much fun it is to get in on a sort of open dialog with so many interesting and different people. Sharing ideas. Getting different points of view.

Out here on the Ranch, I can be a little sheltered. Heck, I basically live and work in the Newberg version of the Kennedy Compound, sans the high, stone walls and, well, the money, so it's refreshing to hear voices from other places... like outside my own head.

I thought this could be a fun place for folks I know, and some I don't know yet, to pop in and share some thoughts.

What's on my mind today? The tragic shortness of the Oregon Strawberry season. We had such hot weather when they were just coming on that those succulent globes of nectar-filled goodness should be gone in a little over a week. This makes me sad. If you haven't had an Oregon Strawberry, you haven't had a strawberry.

It means I will spend the next seven to 10 days eating berries until I threaten my own physical wellbeing.

They are my favorite summertime treat... at least until peach season hits anyway.

9 comments:

Yeah, I agree about the strawberries, except that I have to say that blueberry season is phenomenal here and I CAN'T WAIT for it. And the wild blackberries everywhere at the end of summer are so good I can't stand to pass by any blackberry hedge without a quick taste test.

Since I hate hot weather, all these wonderful fruits are my consolation prize.

Congratulations, My Dear Niece! I always knew you were intelligent, creative, artistic, and a beautiful person, to boot. Now your blog confirms my totally unbiased (?) opinions. I love the story of Uncle Luther's butcher block. It's a story I never heard before, but I am not at all surprised that you are now in possession of a huge tree trunk for your deck.

Alas! I haven't even had one strawberry this season. I refuse to buy California strawberries. As your Grandma used to say, "Oh my...these California strawberries are too pithy!" (And nobody likes things with pith in them!)

Keep up the good work. You should write a book--not just blogs. Or maybe a series of homey articles for a newspaper. (The "Christian Science Monitor" loves things like that.)